This is a work of fiction, based on no true experiences or actual people. ** The Happy Ending 3 - The Science of LSRT ** Michele had contacted me discretely, asking that we meet for dinner and some conversation regarding work she was doing related to massage therapy. I was happy to do it, and we set the date for a week out at a pleasant spot that was out...
When the sunlight woke Stephanie the next morning, she was amazed to find her nipples were hard and erect. She slipped a hand down to her pussy and found it was already wet and the mere touch of her fingers along her slit made it clench and pulse. This had never happened to her before! She had vague memories of some very erotic dreams that she had experienc...
Right now: I am in a small basement room, bright with studio lighting. I am naked save for a thick leather hood, stiff latex corset around my middle, thigh-high latex stockings, and leather heels. The hood, corset, and stockings are shiny black, the heels sports-car red, though I cannot see them. Or much of anything. I am in a hands-and-knees posture, m...
I think my dreams that night were pleasant. I was kind of still just transforming back then. But when I woke up, I remember the feeling of my butt plug in my ass was pleasing and that my caged cock was perfectly sissy cute and I was good with that. It was kinda a trip to look in the mirror and see it all. And walking with the plug, sitting with the plug....
A statue of three war heroes greeted Heather as she walked into the McIrving training camp, 20 miles outside the capital. The statue was of a unit that served in the Great War that ended less than a decade ago. One of the gunners stood tall, behind a portable tripod machine gun. The other was dropping into a kneeling position, pulling a rifle out of her ba...
Chapter 02: Sports Centre Going down to the sports centre of the new Hilton hotel, we both get changed and meet up outside the training room. Jenny is dressed in her pink leotard and black Lycra cycling shorts. Walking into the room, we see that there is only one other couple there - a tall, slim, dark-haired man and a slim blonde-haired woman, both in thei...
Chapter 10: The Trainer Rachel and Allison took Ross from the private area and led him handcuffed, to the main facility. He was cleaned up to the point that it wasn't obvious that he and Allison had just had a private training session. He looked a little bit worn, but there was a definite happy expression on his face. They led him into the main facility sti...
I'm so sick and tired of my life. It was like I'm cursed. I wasn't a great looking guy in high school with bad skin and bad grades because well... I was poor. My old man was a night watchman and mom was a stay at home mom because she was poor and had no real education past junior high when she started popping us out. So everything was tight and for the m...
Blackness. That's all he could sense. He? Yes, he was a He. Who was he? Was he dead? He must be. No need for a name when you are dead. Heh. Sounds like something Freddie would say. Freddie. Wait, is that who I am? A flash of color and the face a man swam before him momentarily. That was Freddie, he wasn't Freddie. Who is he? Faintly a voice called to h...
Jason Storm was one of the few passengers to look well rested, as United flight 070 disgorged it's tired travelers at London Heathrow. 8am in London, 3am back in New York, and a true red eye for most, though Jason had slept almost the entire way, fully flat in the 900-thread Egyptian cotton of Executive First. It was the first flight in a long time he hadn't...